This is a song about "Ass cheeks"

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

I bury lightning in your ass

But i let off everything i have

Before i kick your ass

Got my foot on the gas

I can get straight to the cash

Completely your fault dumb ass

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

And when it come to the cash

I was being an ass

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets